Neverwinter Forest depollute me, pretty baby

Song is All along the watchtower by Brewer and Shipley

The forest was dark and deep. The trees standing guard over the innermost secrets that made their home among the fresh smelling pines. There was an otherworldly air to the darkness that peered out at Alaric and looked into his soul. There was a heaviness here, but also a lightness and he knew, just knew there would be stories here. Stories of lost loves and adventures. Stories of children and playmates. Stories of lovers in secret and full blown dreams of miseries and threats. So much potential beneath the boughs of the guardmen. And he wanted to know them all.

With sure footed step and gentle movements he stepped from the light into those dark boughts and he weaved his way through paths and forays. Making up stories as he went. His fur stood on end in certain places and stay low in others. There was the chatter of squirrels and other small animals and the movements of birds in the trees. Larger animals would move and he'd see their shadow before he saw them, the few light rays that made it into the darkness lit up the space like heaven beams and slowly he began to sing. Slow and soulful. His voice carrying into the darkness. He enjoyed the acoustics of the place. 

Well all along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl (like a failed man I worked from the earth up)
Two riders were approaching
And the wind begins to howl ('cause your world is the same as mine)
Pour more blood in your cup
Take a sip full of sin and let your taste buds savour the buzz
The flavour of an ill-mannered nature
That lingers on as animals in all of us
Trying to fight for the right to live a life
But some will never win though that's why they live a lie
I don't think I'll ever win
All of this is anything
When I die I hope a brother's at my side
There's no trap door, or get out clause
The world can be your oyster or a set of jail doors
You've seen mine, I think it's time I see yours
I bet you that we've been scarred by the same swords
So we are not so unalike
Apart from the fact I live my life in the light and now i'm trapped in it
The way I feel within a few years time